Immaculate

Completely innocent

Part Five

Sang's POV

The relief that filled me when Dr Green said I wasn't pregnant was enough to make me feel a little dizzy. Most of his following conversation with me had gone over my head a little; but he'd pulled me onto his lap and hugged me. That told me more than his words did. He wasn't angry with me.

Even Mr Blackbourne wasn't angry with me and he'd hugged me, allowing me to hug him back. I stumbled to a stop in the corridor. Mr Blackbourne had hugged me and in that one second everything fell into place. I felt as if I was where I was supposed to be.

I'd hugged all of them, held their hands and sat on their laps, Dr Green included, but my contact with Mr Blackbourne had been limited. He had touched me at the concert and it was the first time I felt that link, that I finally belonged.

"Ah, there you are, Miss Sorenson, come with me, please?" Mr Hendrick's voice rang out and with a start I realised where I'd been headed. In my whirl of thoughts I'd forgotten why I had left the office.

I looked up to see him stood in the door, holding it open for me. If he could see I had been crying he gave no indication. I had to hold this together and bring my mind firmly back on the moment. Once I was back in the office I could think it over properly, but for now I had to keep my wits about me.

I went into his office, he followed me in, closed the door and then crossed to sit behind his desk.

"Sit down," he said and I sank down in the seat, clasping my fingers together in my lap to hide the shake.

"You missed your last class," he stated and steepled his fingers together on the desk as he studied me. I held his eyes and nodded, my throat and mouth were dry again.

"Well? Where were you?" he prompted.

Truth or lie? I knew that he would most definitely know and Mr Blackbourne had said always tell the truth.

"I was in Mr Blackbourne's office," I said.

He frowned and sat back slightly.

"Why?"

"I was feeling unwell," I replied and it was the truth. I had been sick with worry.

"And what's wrong with the school nurse?" he inquired arching one eyebrow.

"Well, I... I wanted to see, Dr Green, and he was in the office..." I finished and I knew it wasn't a very good explanation.

He snorted, shaking his head.

"Figures," he muttered and I didn't understand what he meant, but I kept quite.

"Well?" he said impatiently. What now? What was I supposed to respond to that.

"C'mon, what have you got to report to me, what have they told you to tell me this time?"

I blinked rapidly, if he knew what I was saying was staged why bother to keep asking me? I really didn't think I'd ever understand that.

"Um... nothing. I don't know any more than last time we spoke," I said carefully.

"You were at Dr Green's condo last night, what did he want?"

"We had diner," I said and realised straight away that maybe I'd said the wrong thing when both eyebrows rose, the expression in his eyes speculative.

"Just the two of you?" his voice was lower and suspicious.

"No, Mr Blackbourne was there as well," I added and he humphed and folded his arms.

"Did he say anything about what he's been doing?"